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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 3/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is currently the most explicit compared to other dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

Part 3 & 4-> [Here]

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[Subbed Video, TURN ON CC!]

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—[Part 5]— Video Timestamp [31:11]

The kitchen is filled with all sorts of ingredients.

After studying a few recipes, Lucien starts by cleaning the vegetables one by one, arranging them neatly based on size and color.

I put the excess ingredients into the refrigerator and see him preparing to chop vegetables on the cutting board. His movements are meticulous yet unfamiliar.

MC: Do you want some help?

Lucien arches an eyebrow ever so slightly, then frees up one hand to pull me behind him, his voice gentle.

Lucien: Yes, then come closer and help me, okay?

I wrap my arms around Lucien from behind, adjusting his hand to control the force and posture of chopping vegetables.

MC: [smiles softly]...Are you sure about this?

Lucien: Mm, I'm not particularly skilled at this. This position makes it easy for you to correct me at any time.

I wrap my arm around him with some struggle. I can feel his heat seeping through our clothes, causing a slight warmth in my ears.

Unwittingly, I remember the first time I spent New Year's Eve with Lucien. He also once stood behind me and wrapped his arm around me under the pretext of learning to make dumplings.

MC: ...Then, I'll make an effort to not get distracted.

MC: It's better to cut in from this angle...

Two people working together noticeably accelerate the process. After the pot is ready, Lucien and I stand on either side of it, seasoning it together.

Seasonal vegetables lose their raw appearance in the sizzling hot oil, transforming into delectable dishes on the dining table.

MC: The colors are right, and the cuts are similar. At least in terms of appearance, we've perfectly replicated these dishes.

MC: I just wonder how they taste. These dishes look so good, they couldn't possibly be bad, right?

Lucien: They're definitely going to be delicious. After all, we made them together.

Lucien: However, in the coming year, I will try my best to break away from this lady’s help and lead this process independently.

MC: Hehe, it's okay if you don't break away.

MC: I'm happy to accompany you and enjoy this process together. Plus, occasionally being Professor Lucien's "guide", I couldn't ask for more.

Lucien glances at me with a smile on his face, then bends down to kiss me lightly on the eyes.

Lucien: [chuckle then KISS!!!!] Since I have your permission, I won't insist on proving myself anymore.

Lucien: In the days ahead, accompany me to tackle more complex menus.

At the dining table, Lucien picks up his chopsticks, slowly bringing each dish to his mouth. He chews carefully, seeming to savor the unique taste of each dish

Though it's just an ordinary lunch, he eats with exceptional seriousness.

Lucien: The change in cutting technique has a much greater impact on the crispness of the vegetables than I anticipated.

MC: It's subtle, isn't it? Even though the cooking method remains the same, just changing the cutting technique makes the texture much crispier!

Lucien: Hmm, it's also interesting to stew meat with fruits.

MC: Hehe, that's because fruit acids not only tenderize the muscle tissue but also blend in smoothly with the flavor.

Lucien: [chuckles] So, although all these dishes are delicious, I particularly enjoy the stew you've added your ingenuity to.

It's rare to see him provide detailed commentary on dishes beyond just "delicious", and I can't help but raise my chin in pride.

MC: I've actually made some observations before when cooking. Just a slight change in the dish can make a huge difference in taste!

MC: It's kind of like the difference between the front leg meat and the hind leg meat, very distinct!

Lucien's gaze, which was originally focused on tasting the dishes, shifts towards me. Under the lamplight, his eyes soften, as gentle as water flowing into a stream.

Lucien: This classmate's metaphors are always so imaginative.

Lucien: It seems like every inch of the world you perceive is so vibrant and intriguing—

Lucien: Just like these rich dishes, they can evoke a range of emotions and also spark inspiration.

I prop my chin up, looking at him with interest.

MC: If that's the case, then I also want to be the “fruit” in the stew, making Professor Lucien even "sweeter"~

MC: Every happy and interesting experience in my perception, I want you to experience them together with me~

Lucien's eyes soften, and he taps his knuckles gently on the table.

Lucien: [whispers] In that case, can we do something fun together right now?

My eyes light up, and I stand up, walking over to his side. I cup his face in my hands, smiling as we lock eyes.

MC: Of course, then... what do you want to do?

Before I finish speaking, Lucien's hand gently lowers my head, and he plants a light kiss on my lips.

Although it's just a gentle touch, and although the atmosphere isn't ambiguous, I feel my heart beating wildly due to the unexpected intimacy.

I look at him with a flushed face, seeing overflowing tenderness in his eyes, and a magnified reflection of myself.

Lucien: I want to thank this lady who “shares the world” with me.

Then, he leans down, slowly closing the distance between us—

Until our hearts and minds feel the same frequency, melding together into the gentle twilight.

As the last rays of twilight fall, Lucien invites me to experience the festival in this small town.

Lanterns adorned with festive decorations hang on the streetlights, and the air is filled with the scent of firecrackers.

As New Year's Eve approaches, there are already many stalls in the small night market, with couplets, paper-cut decorations, and various potted plants joyfully arranged together.

MC: These paper-cut decorations are quite ordinary, yet they're selling for two digits. They're not as pretty as the ones you've made, but I just bought something really nice!

I take out a box of pink, peach-shaped pastries and hand one to Lucien.

MC: "Longevity Peach Buns"~ Would you like to try one?

Lucien takes a bite, his brows furrowing momentarily as he examines the bun in his hand with a hint of skepticism.

Lucien: [smiles helplessly] I wouldn't recommend it.

Even Lucien, who isn't usually picky about food, expressed dissatisfaction with the bun, which piqued my interest.

I take a bite, and the dry bun with a hint of artificial flavoring fails to satisfy even basic taste expectations.

MC: Uh...!

MC: [unamused] Although it's not tasty, it does look festive... Let's just display it at home when we get back.

Lucien smiles and shakes his head, then picks up a set of spring festival couplets from a nearby stall.

Lucien: The wording on these couplets seems rather ordinary.

Lucien: I'm thinking, why don't we buy some raw materials and try writing our own couplets at home?

MC: Sounds good! Then when the God of Wealth arrives, he'll see that the couplets we've put up are heartfelt and sincere.

MC: If he's in a good mood, who knows, maybe we'll strike it rich~

From the "福" (fortune/blessings) character for the front door to the refrigerator and even the shoe cabinet, to the money tree for the entrance and the glowing little dragon...

As we chat and laugh, the bags we're carrying are already overloaded.

We load the bags into the car and return to our seats. Just as I start to fasten my seatbelt, Lucien pushes open the car door again.

Lucien: I suddenly remembered there's something else I need to buy.

MC: Then I'll go with you.

Lucien: No need, it's right nearby. I'll be back soon.

Before I could react, Lucien had already closed the car door and disappeared into the bustling crowd once again.

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—[Part 6]— Video Timestamp [36:42]

(T/N: if you haven't watched the video, please watch it from this timestamp! The BGM choice + voice acting really help set the mood~)

MC: What did Lucien go to buy...?

Snacks, or decorations? Before my thoughts can stray any further, Lucien's figure returns to the car with bags in hand.

MC: You're back!

The car door is pulled open, and along with Lucien’s scent, the chilly wind brings in a subtle smell... of gunpowder?

Lucien: [chuckles] I bought some fireworks...

MC: Oh~

Lucien: And firecrackers.

MC: [surprised] Eh?

I widen my eyes and look into the bag. Besides a few fireworks, there are…

MC: O- one-thousand-firecrackers-rolls and firework rockets?

Seeing my reaction, Lucien satisfactorily curls up the corners of his lips.

Lucien: As an "experiencer," of course I must try some sufficiently exciting things.

The car, loaded with goods, returns to our courtyard. Lucien parks the car and, together with me, we unroll the long red firecrackers on the ground.

The long firecrackers snake around like a red dragon lying on the ground, almost covering the entire courtyard.

I hold the lighter, watching the fuse that is about to ignite the firecrackers and can’t help but feel nervous in my heart.

MC: Lucien, could you, could you wait a moment? I'm not quite mentally prepared yet!

Lucien: [chuckles] Then allow me.

Lucien seems to chuckle softly. Before I can react, he has already struck the match, and the flame dances on his fingertips.

The fuse instantly ignites, speeding forward like a shooting star. I quickly grab Lucien's hand tightly, pulling him away as we run.

The next second, the firecrackers erupt like an awakened dragon, emitting a thrilling roar.

My body instinctively tenses, and I hastily cover Lucien's ears while he does the same for mine.

(the way they instinctively protect each other instead of themselves :”…)

His broad palm reassuringly shields those startling explosions.

Despite the barrier, my hearing becomes even more acute, listening as the firecrackers "rampage" through the courtyard.

I look at Lucien, in the faint red glow, his face is coated with a shimmering warm light, and from beginning to end, his lips are always brimming with a smile.

The bright light swiftly dashes through the dark night. After the long-lasting thousand blasts fade away, the air in the courtyard seems to have turned red.

Lucien waves his hand in front of him, trying to dispel the pungent smell of firecrackers, yet the smile on his lips never falters.

Lucien: Whether it's from the sense of hearing or the sense of smell... The stimulation I'm receiving is far more excessive than I anticipated.

MC: Many things you just have to experience firsthand to truly feel them!

MC: Just like I've come to realize, besides with the beauty of fireworks, Professor Lucien and the firecrackers are also quite "compatible"!

Lucien raises an eyebrow and takes out all the remaining fireworks and firecrackers from the car.

Lucien: That sentence sounds like a stereotypical impression of "Professor Lucien".

Lucien: Fortunately, tonight happens to be a good opportunity for "out with the old, in with the new."

The night sky stretches endlessly, as dark as a piece of black velvet, while the courtyard ground is scattered with remnants of red firecrackers.

Lucien stands between the darkness of the night and the redness around him, with the match he ignites in his hand being the only source of light around.

This glimmer of light remains silent, yet always manages to ignite clusters of earth-shattering fireworks in my world.

So I walk towards him, and together we light up all these fireworks.

The light flies into the night sky, showering down gently, casting warm hues upon us.

And beside me, Lucien's smiling expression is just like the fireworks filling up the sky.

In the end, Lucien and I left a few fireworks unlit and returned to the car for warmth.

The distant sound of firecrackers can be faintly heard, with occasional fireworks lighting up the night sky, illuminating the scene inside the car.

We sit side by side in the back seat, enjoying a moment of tranquility after the playful revelry.

Bright light filters through the car window, casting ambiguous light and shadows on Lucien's face. I trace his profile, and my heart is filled with joy.

MC: Looking back, we've had a lot of fun in just a few days.

MC: Going to the home exhibition together, selecting ingredients and cooking together, wandering through the festival night market, and even setting off fireworks and firecrackers...

MC: I wonder how Professor Lucien feels about this "town trip"?

Lucien meets my expectant gaze, but instead of immediately responding, he ponders for a moment.

Lucien: I've thought of many different answers, many different adjectives.

Lucien: Happiness, warmth, contentment... Each word seems to encapsulate my feelings, yet they all appear a little shallow.

I listen earnestly, reaching out my hand to intertwine with his palm.

Lucien: Whether it's in the warm room, cooking together under the bright lights, or lighting firecrackers together and making "noise".

Lucien: At the moment of accomplishing these things, I have a vague feeling.

Lucien: These seem to be things I've never consciously longed for but deeply desire to do.

Lucien: And year after year, in the New Year, you've helped me realize these, even wishes that I myself didn't fully grasp.

Lucien pauses unusually as if carefully considering his words. After a while, he simply casts his gaze toward me.

Lucien: So if there's anything missing, it's that I want my little lady to feel my happiness.

MC: I've already felt it...

But Lucien gently shakes his head.

Lucien: I want to paint it more vividly for you. Not through carefully crafted rhetoric, perhaps not even by speaking.

(T/N: insert the solemn, melancholic, yet hopeful 5th anniv special theatre BGM 😭 if you've read this far and haven't watched the video, I’d actually beg you to watch 🥺 The timestamp is: [42:09] )

Lucien gently takes my hand and places it over his heart.

In an instant, the world quieted down.

With the familiar heartbeat in my palm, it feels as if the overflowing sense of happiness is also held within my grasp.

"Thump, thump," resounding as if echoing through the entire universe. And it speaks—

Lucien is very happy, very content with life.

And so am I.

At this moment, I seem to also taste the shallowness of "words", for no matter how many words are spoken, they can't fully express the deep love beating in my heart.

So I recklessly approached him, wanting to convey my most profound feelings to him.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingertips threading through his soft hair, as I lean in closer, Lucien gently but firmly pulls me into his embrace.

The smell of gunpowder fills my nostrils, seemingly carrying the heat capable of igniting flames with it.

The lips merely brush against each other, then clinging lovingly and inseparably, unwilling to part ever again.

Our tongues entwine as if thirsting, drawing out every bit of sweetness, until our breaths become so chaotic that they can't be distinguished from each other.

Can a deep kiss express this love? Can a long embrace reveal the yearning in the depths of our hearts?

While thinking about all this in a daze, Lucien's whisper comes to my ear.

Lucien: [whispers breathlessly] Is this kiss enough to explain it all?

MC: Not enough...

I instinctively spoke out, not knowing whether I was answering him or telling myself.

Upon hearing this, with one arm still around me, Lucien unbuttons his shirt with his other hand, revealing his well-defined physique.

Lucien: [chuckles and whispers] Then tonight, I will lay bare all of myself to you, okay?

His eyes still carry a faint smile, but they are moist as if they've captured light, burning and deeply sincere.

I nod and kiss the corner of his eye, taking in all of him.

His warm lips carry a slightly wet sensation as they wander over my body, igniting my skin like clusters of flame.

The intimate and meticulous licking makes me feel like I'm about to melt, my body instinctively tensing up, sliding towards the only fulcrum.

Lucien: [noises of him eating… something, and sighs in satisfaction] ….

The fingers holding my calves suddenly tighten, pulling them wider apart. I sit back heavily and then whimper out in pain.

MC: [blushing] Lucien….

My voice comes out sweetly and aggrievedly, elongating the end of his name with a deliberate undertone. It sounds like pleading for mercy yet also carries a tacit demand.

The sound of muffled laughter reaches my ears, Lucien flips over to be on top of me and presses me down, kissing me on the lips.

Between the disorganized breaths, he murmurs something on the tip of his tongue.

Lucien: [whispers] Sorry, does it hurt a bit?

I nod, but in contrast to my answer, I thrust my hips upward, wanting to fit even closer to him. In the process, I almost hit my head on the car door, but Lucien protected me.

The decorations on my clothes roughly brush against Lucien's exposed skin as he moves, causing him to tremble lightly.

Lucien: [chuckles] These little decorations are a bit in the way.

Those words are much colder than his kisses, and I can't help but watch my heart beat faster as he gently picks at them and lets the decorations fall.

It's just that there seem to be more and more things that get in the way between us… the top, the belt, and the skirt, they all seem a bit unnecessary.

The car's air conditioning blows dry, warm air, dispersing the remaining traces of coldness on our skin.

The moist sensation behind my ears makes me feel like I'm lying on a stream, his voice, hoarse and low, reveals a fervent longing.

Lucien: [hoarsely] Now, can you understand this feeling clearly?

My heart beats fiercely, and within my hazy consciousness, I seem to hear the emotions hidden behind Lucien's questions.

Instinctively, I tighten my arms around his neck and wrap my legs behind his waist. My hand gently caresses him.

MC: I think... I still need more time to understand.

MC: This is what you want too, isn't it?

Lucien’s laughter-tinged voice drifts into my ears.

Lucien:  [whispers followed by more wet kiss noises] The night is still very long.

The ambiguous warmth inside the car envelops us like the steam of a hot spring, carrying us into the clouds.

It seems there are small trinkets on the dashboard that can't withstand the shaking, but we are too preoccupied to notice.

Unintentionally, someone presses the car window button, and the distant sound of fireworks leaps into our ears.

Tiny snowflakes land on my outstretched arms, only to be melted into droplets by the heat.

"Splat," "splat."

This night, when the old days and the new years merge, we seem to need a little more warmth.

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[Bonus: some h-word translation notes before afterword because I don't want to ruin the beautiful smut with my dumb commentary]

Lucien: [whispers] Sorry, does it hurt a bit? I nod, but in contrast to my answer, I thrust my hips upward, wanting to fit even closer to him. In the process, I almost hit my head on the car door, but Lucien protected me.

(T/N: this sentence implies that the pain is not from her sitting back but… him fitting inside *cough*)

The car's air conditioning blows dry, warm air, dispersing the remaining traces of coldness on our skin.

(T/N: this description implies that they are both already completely undressed at that point. To counteract the chill from being unclothed, the warm air conditioner is turned on :>)

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[Afterword, rambles and highlight(s)]

⎯ Just like how sunlight helps plants to grow, love nurtures Lucien's growth over the years.

Even after 6 years, Love and Producer still have such a talented writing team that never FAILS at making us feel h-word and cry at almost the same time ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽. This date is not angsty in the traditional sense, in fact, the date in general is so sweet and full of daily life. But the end really punches you just right in the feelings ESPECIALLY with the 5th anniversary special theatre BGM.

Honestly, it’s hard to explain why this date is so good and makes many CN stans cry by the end of the date. It’s… something that you can experience only if you know him for so, so long. It's something that can only be felt by witnessing his growth from the moment you first 'met' him until now. The feelings of observing someone you've ‘nurtured’ with love and care for years finally blossoming into the most colorful and unique 'fireworks' you've ever witnessed… they’re really hard to describe.

But anyway, before this essay turns into an analysis of "The Little Prince" and Lucien, let’s talk about the date, shall we? If last year's date theme was along the lines of "accepting yourself and your emotions from the past," then I predict that this year's theme seems to be about "experiencing and living the present"; and this is such a fitting theme for Lucien. Why? Because as a character, before he met the MC, he was simply an "observer" instead of a “participant”, curiously observing and experimenting on everything around him, and yet never really ‘participates’ and ‘experiences’ in it.  However, thanks to MC, he has begun to actively participate in the hustle and bustle of the world, experiencing many things that have made him more vibrant and ‘alive’. This transition from ‘observer’ to ‘participant’ is cleverly depicted in this date by making him into a participant in the experiments with MC, rather than solely being the experimenter as usual.

This date as a whole centers around two important things, experience and emotions. While the relationship between experience and emotion can be complex and multifaceted, the way I get it from this date is that; if ‘experience’ is more about the ‘input’ that we get from our senses, then ‘emotions’ are the ‘output’ of our experience. In other words, experiences provide the stimuli that trigger emotional responses. Both experience and emotions are important things for us humans; together, they contribute to our ability to fully engage with and appreciate the present moment, rather than simply going through the motions of survival… They’re also two things that Lucien has been learning over the years.

First, let’s talk about experience, when our observer scientist sheds his lab coat and removes his glasses, he transforms into an ordinary person sincerely in love with you and deeply experiencing love. This date depicts how he experiences love in the warmth of everyday life, and amusingly, it almost makes this date feel as if MC and Lucien are newlyweds on their honeymoon ahah. From shopping for furniture for their new home to encountering silly and unexpected problems that the organizer throws at them (just like how everyday lives always throw problems at us lol), to grocery shopping and cooking together, and cough even the fact that they’re basically ‘on fire’ everyday cough— The grocery shopping parts are especially funny (with just Lucien being Lucien lol)... and cooking scene is just chef kiss. It's really endearing to witness how he adapts to homemaking tasks in his unique way, all because of his love for you.

Still on the topic of ‘experience’; do you know that both of the more descriptive spicy scenes are part of the plot? First, the spicy domming ‘guiding’ scene. In that scene, MC guides him to focus on what his senses told him instead of giving processed answers. And this seems to work because, throughout the date, you can notice him developing more opinions on things based on his senses as he experiences everything. Previously, because he never slowed down and always looked far ahead (See also, his Summer UR MQ, recent CN birthday date and story for more in-depth digging about this theme-), he never fully ‘experienced’ life. But with MC's guidance, her “sharing the world” with him, he starts to perceive the world around him more keenly. This transformation is evident in tasting scenes and fireworks scenes, where he earnestly uses his senses to taste their cooking, hearing the loud firecracker noises, and smelling the scent of gunpowder. She doesn’t only ‘bring’ color to his monochrome world, but also the taste, smell and noises of the world around him as he experiences the present. All these stimuli make his world no longer feel ‘silent’ to him. Sometimes, loving him feels like pulling a ‘god’ from his pedestal to experience the lively and ordinary life of mortals. Perhaps he loses some of his ‘invincibility’ (like for example, that causes him to fall for consumerism trap lol), but in this way, he becomes more alive and real.

Then about emotions. The initial discussion about emotions centers around “emotional synchronization” between lovers, setting the stage for exploring how MC and Lucien perceive and handle each other's emotions. Just as MC accepts all of Lucien's emotions, whether they be sadness or happiness [referencing Lucien’s CN birthday date in 2023], Lucien reciprocates by accepting all of her emotions. Lucien demonstrates emotional stability and maturity as a partner, creating an environment where MC feels no need to restrain her emotions in his presence. He is fond of and intrigued by her colorful range of emotions (and a bittersweet reminder of how her moods affect her “color” in his eyes ahah:”””). This highlights their curiosity and fascination with understanding each other on a deeper level.

For them, all human emotions are important, but MC initially wanted Lucien to feel more positive emotions. With the concept of “emotional sync” in mind, she promises to convey more positive emotions for him, inadvertently restraining her own emotions in the process. However, during their time together in the small city, she learns that even so-called “negative emotions” have value. Despite facing challenges or "troubles," both characters find joy and support in each other's company. MC finds Lucien's moments of vulnerability endearing, while Lucien appreciates MC's encouragement and companionship. They both come to acknowledge the natural ebb and flow of emotions in their relationship, realizing that some negative emotions are far from being detrimental; it’s simply part of their day-to-day life. Those emotional fluctuations are just a very small part of their overall happiness~

ALL THE FEELINGS FROM THE SECOND EXPLICIT SPICY SCENES SUCCESSFULLY MADE ME CRY. Experiencing all sorts of things with her during experiments and everyday life … even things and wishes that he never consciously longed for yet always wanted:

许墨很快乐,很幸福

The meaning of these words are difficult to render accurately in English, and my “Xu Mo/Lucien is very happy, very content with his life.” are just barely scratching the surface… While 快乐(kuài lè) refers to a more transient or temporary feeling of happiness and joy, often related to a fun event, 幸福 (xìng fú) encompasses a profound and enduring sense of happiness and contentment in life. It signifies a state of well-being that extends beyond momentary pleasures, often associated with having a loving family, spouse, fulfilling relationships, and a sense of overall satisfaction with one's life. So when combined, it emphasizes the fact that while experiencing all the ups and downs of the world with her, Lucien is not only feeling immediate joy and pleasure ("快乐"), but also enjoying a deeper, more lasting sense of happiness and fulfilment ("幸福"), he is both happy in the moment and all of his life. By slowing down and deeply experiencing each moment of their shared life, he discovers his own happiness and longing that even he himself never knows about. So, he wants her to experience every bit of his happiness and love that has blossomed because of her… candidly and unrestrainedly wants her to experience all of him.

In another vein, LOVE IS A VERB, NOT A NOUN!!! It's a continual action, continual choice, continual promise to another person. And no matter how many words are spoken, both of them can't fully express the deep love beating in heart. So, when words are too “shallow” to even capture a fraction of deep love and happiness, he can only confess them through instinctive actions, recklessly pouring out his heart in every embrace, every kiss, and every touch. And yet, the question still stands, Can a deep kiss express this love? Can a long embrace reveal the yearning in the depths of our hearts? They’ve done everything, yet it still feels not enough, and perhaps… it will take a lifetime of shared experiences and ‘confessions’ to fully reveal the depths of his love and longing for her.

AND SPEAKING OF CHOICE(S), the BGM choice for that last spicy scene is freaking genius!!! It comes from 5th-anniversary special theatre“The many choices of life” video (You can check it on my YT!). This special video is all about the power of your/MC’s choice. I want to highlight the first “what if” scenario. The first “what if” is about what would happen if she had chosen to not meet Lucien.

In this scenario, the narrative explores what would have happened if MC hadn't met Lucien. Without their encounter, Lucien would still be questioning and seeking understanding from the world around him. He would have found another path, albeit one that didn't involve her, dedicating himself to searching for the 'most optimal solution.' However, his world would remain black and white, indifferent to whether there were people who tried to understand him and care for him :”. Anyway, by using this as a BGM choice, it accentuates the power of your/MC’s choice in shaping him being the way he is right now; while still running on the path to explore truth with dedication, he also finds happiness and contentment along the way because of her choice.

In conclusion, Lucien’s writers never fail to captivate us and deliver top-tier writing! This date highlights the importance of experiencing life fully and embracing all emotions, while also underscoring the transformative power of love~ His writers really excel at utilizing his character to its fullest potential. I can go on and on, talking about all the small details and references on this date but this UR won’t be published any time soon if I do LOL. If you’ve read so far, thank you for reading this date and my rambles~

[velaversal]

commission of lucien/xu mo from mlqc for @seiyakoufighter!! 🫶💜🦋 thank you vampy!!

[ana-thedaydreamer]

Happy Birthday my love 💜

[ellie-winthrope]

The Rain’s Requiem - [Lucien]

He possesses a memory that never forgets anything he has seen, yet ironically, the details of his past elude him … except for the haunting memory of that tragic rainy evening.

Words: 694 words

The incessant pitter-patter of raindrops on the unforgiving asphalt road drowned out all other sounds in its relentless symphony. Amidst the shroud of darkness on that dreary evening, the sporadic flashes of the traffic light stood out conspicuously. A tall, drenched man in a somber trench coat remained motionless by the pedestrian crossing, his usually nonchalant face now etched with a desolate expression.

It was a scene all too familiar, one he had witnessed countless times.

Bloody umbrellas were strewn about while the bodies of a family of three were sprawled haphazardly across the road. Puddles of blood had formed under those three, mixing along with the unabating rain. One of them was a young boy with a red scarf wrapped around his neck. He was lying on his side with blood splatters covering part of his ghostly-pale face, while blood continued to seep through the fabric of his black short coat, forming several darker patches on it.

Having lost so much blood, it was unlikely for the boy to survive this. In fact, if not for the barely noticeable twitching of his fingers, none would have thought that the boy was still alive. Perhaps, it would have been better for the boy if he had died at that time.

That was what the man had thought.

The man slowly closed his eyes and the sound of rain ceased instantly. When he opened his eyes, the scene before him had changed. He was no longer in the dark and gloomy city. Instead, he now found himself standing under a familiar camphor tree on a bright cloudy day.

The little boy with a red scarf that he saw in the previous scene was currently standing a few steps in front of him. Although he was wearing the same outfit as in the earlier scene, there were no signs of blood or injuries on the boy. Instead, he was clutching a familiar sketchbook within his arms, while eyeing the man curiously from head to toe.

“Who are you?”

It was a simple question, one that the man knew the answer.

I am who you will be in the future.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to say it because it was a truth that was too bitter for him to swallow. If the boy knew of the things he had done in the shadows and the kind of life he had led after that fateful evening, he too would deny such a future and the man wouldn’t blame him for that. Indeed, no one could have envisioned such a future for the boy.

After a moment of thought, the man had finally answered the boy with a smile, which was as vacant as the void within his violet eyes.

“I am … the person you least expected to be in the future.”

Right after saying that, the man suddenly found himself leaning back against the chair in his office at the research center. It took him a second to realize that he had dozed off earlier while taking a break from work. Draping a hand over his eyes, he let out a soft sigh that seemed to echo within the silent room.

This was part of the reason why he rarely sleeps. Whenever he sleeps, he will dream and the only dream he will see will be that rainy evening, which was the only piece of his past that he could remember in vivid details. Nevertheless, it was a memory that he wouldn’t want to remember if he could help it, since it signified the losses that he could never be able to regain no matter how hard he tried.

Who are you?

The sight of the little boy looking up at him with bright violet eyes that were gleaming with curiosity and innocence had resurfaced upon his mind, causing him to clench his fist unknowingly.

That boy… was no longer in this world.

On that rainy evening, the little boy with the red scarf had died along with his parents in the car accident.

The one that was currently living in his place was merely an empty husk that went by the name of Lucien Xu.

[multifandom-worlds]

My Only Love

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: jealousy

Authors note: This is a request from @krishastumblernow from a few weeks ago; I'm sorry I only just got to it now! I hope you enjoy your beloved professor saying he'll be with you until the end of your days!

It was a long day of lectures at the university - one right after another, but thankfully I had just finished my final one and much to my delight, Kristen could make it. She sat at the back of the lecture hall, pen in hand, as she took notes - I have always loved how interested she was in everything I taught. She was so focused, hanging on every word I said, unlike the other women in the audience; I suspected they hung over every word I said for a different reason. All my lectures were mainly filled with women, and should I hazard a guess, it has nothing to do with what I was teaching. 

By the time I had finished, all I wanted was to reconnect with Kristen, get her thoughts on the material and then go back home and eat dinner - I was starving. Before all that, though, I had to get through the crowds of students asking for my number or when the next time I would be back was, asking if I was single and other intrusive questions like that. I could see Kristen in the back, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed and the frown on her lips deepening the longer it took me to get to her. I could see the defeated drop of her shoulders as she silently pushed off the wall and left the lecture hall.

It took me another hour after Kristen left for me finally to get out of the university. When I stepped foot on the cobblestone pathway, I dialled her number, holding the phone to my ear as I walked to the parking lot. Her phone rang and rang, but she has not picked up. No alarm bells yet, she is likely at work and can’t pick up her phone or home and in the shower. I leave her a quick message before getting into my car and driving toward her work.

Throwing the car in gear again, I drive off toward our apartment, hoping she’ll be there when I arrive; a reason for why she was not answering me, such as she was in the shower, or she forgot her phone in the car. I needed her to be okay; I needed her to be.

Circling her office parking lot, her car appears absent, which does not necessarily mean she’s not here. I pull into a parking space before dialling the number for her office. Once again, my attempts at communication go unanswered. I hope she’s back home; now I am beginning to worry about her. I try to call her cellphone again, getting nothing but the answering machine.

“Hey butterfly, where are you? I’ve been trying to contact you for a while now. Are you okay? I saw you leave before I could talk to you; please call me back when you get this. I love you.” 

I made it home a lot faster than I should have, a sense of panic slowly growing in my chest the closer I got home. Her car was in the parking lot when I pulled in. Relief washed over me; maybe she was just busy and hadn’t heard her phone ring. I parked in our other parking space before getting out, grabbing my bag and entering the code to the front door of our apartment complex, eager to hear what Kristen thought of my lecture. 

“Kris, I’m home, butterfly,” I call out to the darkened house before placing my bag down and kicking off my shoes. To my surprise, Kristen never answered me like usual; perhaps she was feeling ill, which would explain why she had left earlier. However, she hadn’t mentioned anything this morning before we both went to work unless it was a late onset of something. Either way, I ventured deeper into the house to see where she could be, finding the light on in our bedroom; odd. She’s not usually in the bedroom at this time.

Peering into the bedroom, piles upon piles of her clothes lay on the bed and floor, more being added every few seconds. Following the airborne garments, I find her in her closet, taking clothes off the hangers and holding them to her body before throwing them behind her; soft sobs follow every throw. 

I caught one of her shirts and walked over to her, my favourite of all her clothes. Just the way it hugged her figure so perfectly but more how she smiled when she wore it. “Hey butterfly, what are you doing?” I question, grabbing a hanger to return the shirt to its rightful home. 

She looks at me, eyes bloodshot and teary, before looking at the ground between our feet. “I didn’t think you would be home so early,” she mutters softly, shifting her weight between her feet. I hook my finger under her chin, gently tilting her face to mine. The deep pain buried in her beautiful blue eyes hurts me. Had I done something? 

“Why are you throwing your clothes? You still wear most, if not everything, that is currently sitting on our floor. Talk to me, Kris, please,” I ask, gently running my thumb along her cheekbone. Her face and eyes held a mixture of anger, shame, embarrassment and many other emotions I can’t begin to decipher. 

“I’m not like them, your students. My clothes don’t look like theirs….so I was throwing everything out to buy more that looked like the students at the university. They’re your type, right? So if I start dressing and acting like them, I would be more your type, and you wouldn’t leave my side, wouldn’t leave me, right?”

I shake my head, leaning forward and kissing her forehead gently. “Kris, you are my type. The intelligent woman standing before me with tears shimmering in her eyes is my type of woman. I’m happy you’re not like them; I’m glad you don’t look like them; you look like you. I don’t want my students - they’re not there to learn from me anyways. Not one question after my lectures is about my material; you are the only woman who ever attends that wants to learn and discuss what you learned with me. You’re not there to swoon over me like they are.” I responded, keeping my voice soft.

She looks at me, wiping her tears before taking a shuddering breath to calm herself. “You’re not going to leave me for someone else, right?” 

I shake my head, smiling softly. “I will be by your side until the end of my days, butterfly. Now let me help you put your wardrobe back together, I can’t have you throwing out the clothes you love, and I love seeing on you.”

[cuddletime-blog]

Lucien's Birthday Poem (2023)

Your playful, mysterious eyes

with their fox-like shrewdness

are like mesmerizing, foggy November woods

in early morning

inviting, beckoning me to enter the woods

and explore further.

I just want to stay cozy

with a warm blanket around me.

The woods are ever-changing and deep

just like your eyes.

The scenery hardly stays the same.

You pull me closer,

deeper under your sight

and it’s too late to leave the woods.

I am captivated.

You capture my curiosity like no other.

You tease me, you teach me,

and you motivate me to be better.

I can show you better.

The world is not only dark woods alone.

I can pull you through

over to the other side of the mirror.

Let’s travel together through a world of many colors.

Happy birthday to you,

my favorite Scorpio,

Professor Lucien, Xu Mo!

[rinharu-purple]

DEAR PAPERGAMES

Thank you for the Romantic karma CGs in S2 for the LIs...

You did it TWICE for Kiro:

You have finally given Victor a peaceful, wholesome moment:

You have even created one of the most romantic and emotional moments for Lucien which made me question if he's MCs choice of romance in S2

(I mean, look at how MC is clinging on to him all the while sitting on his lap, that scene's killed me) :

But we still have NONE for Gavin and what's even worse, Gavin still isn't reciprocating MCs sentiments, efforts or assertiveness in S2. For real though, it's about time!

PLEASE, PLEASE give us a completely romantic, emotional and an engaging karma CG with a complimenting scene to give us what we need...

Since it was canceled during the first season, how about a reviewed version of this?

Thank you in advance ☺️

[notafandomblog]

The Four Seasons With The MLQC Guys

Winter

Spring

Summer

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[arabella-77]

Lucien Solo SSR PV (MLQC CN)

This PV was released 20th Feb, but I was so busy. Sorry for late post

[yourssinfullyquiche]

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Credits to PG for the image

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 This is a request for my dear friend @shieriholmes. I'm enjoying getting to know you!

I hope this fic comforts you in your darkest times Lucien x reader Beta: @laxmiree, thank you for helping me! TW: Very angsty, tbh I don't know how to categorize this, the writing style is heavy

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It happened again. 

The booming voices melding its frequencies to screams, the jarring lashes that strip my confidence and self worth, the angry whispers of words—words with a passion for bitterness and contempt from the very mouth of the one who was supposed to protect me.

From the one I was supposed to trust and seek refuge in. From the one that was supposedly responsible to care for me because we were of the same blood. Yet that phrase is merely an excuse to hurt without consequences because the wounds that bleed from the cuts to my heart festers with the severity of his existence.

My father’s existence. 

So I should be used to this right? I have lived with it all my life. Maybe it didn’t start right away, but the years of experiencing his unwarranted rage has trained me to automatically allow those words to fall onto deaf ears. And yes, it works. Because all I feel is numbness. Numb to the same but hurtful phrases I have been accustomed to. 

But sometimes and that sometimes is today. Those words like shards of blades only pierce, twist and stay lodged further in my already wounded heart. Part of me feels almost ashamed that some nasty words echo in my mind, berating my own trembling heart for its weakness to the blow. Because, I should be used to this right? 

Yet another part of me, the one that laid dormant for so long but now grows almost shyly with the coax of his beautiful gentle voice. That part of me knows—deep within my soul that no child should ever bear to be mistreated in the way that I have been for essentially my whole life.

Yet my trembling heart, beaten and broken, needed a form of escape. An escape from this current spell of unfairness. This bout of suffocating pain, of endless torment, swirling in an eddy with one thought at its vortex—a thought that no matter the appeal does me no good to engage in. And so I run. As fast as I can, with the insurmountable tears spilling like the rain drenching over me. Until I run headfirst into a hard body. 

And there he stands, looking at me with those wide violet eyes, lips in the middle of an apology when he meets my eyes. I stand there frozen despite my insides screaming for me to run, to never show such a vulnerable side to him, to lock away this whole incident in the deepest parts of my heart and to never uncover it. Yet his voice, Lucien’s gentle voice, lifts my head and I look into those equally kind eyes, surprised at the emotion it reflects—confusion, sadness and protectiveness, all that culminates to him gently demanding my story—of why am I alone in the middle of the street in the middle of the night, in the middle of a growing downpour.

“Y/N, tell me what happened?”

And so begins today’s tale of nightmare. I don’t know why he’s asking me. It’s not like he’s unaware. It took quite awhile for me to gauge his emotions and feelings from his expressions, and sometimes I still fumble with them. He’s so skilled at hiding it, but when those thin brows ever so slightly come together and his lips purse into a thin line, and those violet eyes reveal a hint of ferocity in them, I know plain as day it is anger. And yet it all goes away to be replaced with a kind, calm gaze when his voice addresses me.

I wonder what he’s going to say. He’s been comforting me but I don’t know what I want to hear—half of my nerves are still infused with adrenaline, anxious for me to run—part of me feels defeated, it only wants to hide and cry in a corner somewhere. Another part, the strange one, wants to be drenched in the sheets of rain—and the one that makes the most sense only wants me to let go. Of what, I don’t know. 

He calls me but doesn’t say anything, only stands there, his eyes focused on the space above my head in deep thought. Only now I realise that he’s getting drenched in the rain, his umbrella must’ve fallen when I bumped into him. I spot the cat patterned umbrella tossed to one side, getting swept away in the rainy winds. I remember spending time with him at the cat café, buying this very umbrella out of a joke I made about how similar he was to cats. How loving but devious they were. 

The expression he had, so speechless—eyes wide and playful, cheeks tinted pink, all honing in on a ‘how dare you’ expression. It still tickles me to this day. So that’s why my feet carry me towards the drifting umbrella. I hear him shuffle behind me trying to keep up with my pace, and then he goes ahead of me, attempting to corner it—but like a sentient being it flies further away from the both of us.

He chuckles and I can’t help but let a giggle loose because how foolish are we running behind an umbrella in a heavy downpour where the winds clearly have an upper hand. Meeting my eyes as a silent request to stay put, he goes after it and ahead of the umbrella and finally, the umbrella panel falls obediently in his open hands.

Watching him run awkwardly with his long legs after the umbrella like a child, it pulls laughter out of me. And I sink into the feeling, laughing and laughing away, and then those laughs turn into hiccups eventually morphing into cries. My clothed knees bump the gravel road and I can hear myself crying loudly like a child who’s been refused their request of buying a new toy. Unabashedly and freely. Without a care for the world. I feel safe and protected by the sky that cries with me. 

All of a sudden the rain drowns out and my cries amplify the limited space the umbrella looms over me. I make no effort to stop crying, I can’t even if I wanted to. I’m too far gone in the freedom of letting go. Then, I don’t want to. The lavender warmth that I’ve come to identify with Lucien soothes and calms where his arms cocoon me. It’s unbelievably comforting that I melt in his chest further, seeking refuge from the darkness of my world. 

I cry for myself, for the pain I go through, for the pain I have to go through, for the pain that my father went through because I wonder what would’ve happened to him if the idea of rejecting his own daughter is easily embraced by him.

I feel his large hand pat my head. “I may not fully comprehend your pain but I know that no child should ever be the subject of their parent’s wrath. It’s okay to feel hurt and angry—it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel lonely like the world’s against you. Your feelings are valid.” His hand rests on my nape before hugging me tighter.

“I can’t tell you that it’ll stop—I don’t believe in propagating convictions that I don’t fully know. But what I do know is that “flowers survive the harshest of winters. You will too.” 

Then with a whisper of promise, Lucien’s hands cradle the back of my head tenderly. 

“And I’ll be right here with you.” 

A sense of relief flows through amidst the downpour surrounding us, amidst the chaos the world brings, amidst all the troubles and terrors that haunt me knowing that I’ll not be cast aside. Forgotten. Or unloved. 

I feel my lips slowly tilt in a smile...

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A/N: Thank you for reading!❤️

I was so nervous writing this only because I was afraid of getting Lucien's personality & actions right. But I loved how it turned out.

It's an important request and I'm glad I wrote it. To anyone who's reading this, I hope you find comfort in this piece Delve into my world

© YOURSSINFULLYQUICHE 2022 — no part of this writing shall be plagiarised, translated or reposted in any way. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated~

[laxmiree]

[My Art] Two-Panel Comic Strip

"fox like smile" and "love is like flowers"

[supermyeon22]

The new CN Karmas for Qixi are so pretty 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥

[lucienxu]

Lucien? What do you want with him?

[lydskisses]

🌟PO - Mr Love Queen’s Choice x Dunhuang Beijing Phase🌟

ETA: June - July 2023

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[ana-thedaydreamer]

I’m getting pretty much emotional whenever I see Xu Mo ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

His ring is finally launch 💍🥰🥹 so I drew a quick piece

[cuddletime-blog]

Lucien’s Birthday Poem (2022)

Happy birthday Lucien.

Wishing you a happy birthday

and spending it with you

is something I’m more than glad to do.

It has become our special

shared ritual, an occasion to make better

and better memories each year together.

I just want to make you smile more,

capture and save every memory

of ours in a photo album.

I want to preserve and treasure them.

      Your birthday is an opportunity

to make new memories

and improve on some traditions.

I want to keep traveling, take more photos,

watch older, classic movies,

visit science and art museums,

read in bookstores and libraries,

and keep learning together with you.

      Ever since you agreed

to appear on my TV show Miracle Finder,

you’ve helped me in so many ways.

Thank you for being by my side on my journey

as I aspire to be one of Loveland’s top producers.

You are a valuable consultant

and companion that inspires and encourages me

to persevere despite countless difficulties

and follow my instincts and dreams.

Happy birthday to you, my dear Professor Lucien.